Maybe we could enter a private sauna?

"Why not join me in one of these private sauna rooms?" You reply. A knowing smirk plastered on your face.

"Even better." You hear Felicia's surprising answer.

Wow, she's really taking me up on this? You think to yourself as you both make your way over to one of the private rooms. You enter and notice the small empty space, short benches on two of the walls, one ends in a small rock steam heater encased in beautiful sand colored wood which billows a never ending fog into the air. The combination of heat and thick air combine to cause a hazy light-headed feeling within you, but nevertheless you sit on one of the benches and watch as your new friend enters.

She emerges from the steam like a beautiful Empress, perfect breasts exposed while her waist is wrapped in a simple white towel. Her dark tanned skin glistens in sweat. Long and slightly curly brunette hair drapes along her neck. She has to be some mix of races but you can't tell, as if it's some alluring ethnic blend that portrays all the best parts. She has pert C cup breasts with dark areolas that are dappled with sweat. Shapely legs that seem to run all the way to heaven beneath that towel. She's undeniably a sight to behold, and in this hazy fog you find you are being drawn to her even more.

"Hello there. What's your name?" She inquires in her exotic accent.

"John" You respond.

"Nice to meet you John." She offers a delicate hand with long fingers for you to take. There's a slight tingle as you grasp it gently in hand and return her greeting.

"You wouldn't happen to be part of the Transformika Laboratory team would you?" She inquires. You're suddenly very aware of her bright blue eyes. They stun you for a little bit before you notice you're quite literally staring at her.

"Uh, no, I'm, uh, just here to meet a friend." You manage to stammer out.

"Oh? Well, if you happen to run into any of Dr. Lybeck's team, make sure you tell them Felicia said she's very happy with the results." There's a sly tone to her remark, as if she's just told you some inside joke and you're not a part of it, but perhaps you're having trouble focusing because of her stunning beauty.

"Yeah, sure." If only you could come up with something better to say but you seem dumbfounded by her. There's this commanding presence she exudes and you just feel compelled to watch her. Your eyes trace down her neck as you follow a bead of sweat drawn by gravity towards that lovely pair of breasts she has, slick from perspiration. You feel an all too familiar comfortable shift under the towel draped across your legs as blood begins to flow to your cock.

She must have noticed because a slight smile begins forming on her face.

"Well, John, how do you feel about having a little fun while we're here?"